When mother dearest comes knocking…
LEMON
My phone went off in my pocket for the hundredth time. A handful of times a year, my mother deigned to remember my existence. After high school, Lea let me move into the inn for about a year until I saved enough to get my own place. I lucked out with the house I got, making a rent-to-own arrangement with the former owners. In the years since, it’s never my birthday that my mother insists on returning to my life; it’s hers.
Axel and I had been happily dating for months. Late fall turned to winter. He went from walking me to work every day to driving me there. Now that spring is on the horizon, we walk again, and he tucks me close if the breeze bites too hard.
Most afternoons, he comes to the inn for lunch. His days are filled with wolfy things
